Pills Annoy Me
Pills, pills, pill, pills, pills, pills, pills.
I never used to take any no matter what my ills.
We have four giant bowls full,
They fit in our window sills.
Pills, pills, pills, pills, pills, pills, pills.
I take them for my shoulder
When arthritis gives me a thrill.
Blue and white allow me to walk,
When foot pain kicks in and still
I feel annoyed by them
These pills, pills, pills, pills, pills.
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